( the flair is appreciated; he returns to her to find she’s been watching him, sleepy and soft with affection, a smile tugging the corner of her mouth. she finds, it must be said, a real joy in panache — little wonder she’d been so delighted to meet lord pavus in minrathous.
magic is a gift, whatever price they’ve all had to pay for it in their ways, through the years. gifts are meant to be enjoyed. and so are — she’s inclined to think — mages, )
You’re warm, ( she says, that thought in mind, reaching up for his hand to draw him down where she’s promptly crawled beneath his coverlet, occupying an honestly impressive amount of his bed for a person so slight. the hair is helping, but a general willingness to spread out less like a big spoon or little spoon and more like a spilled drawer of cutlery on a kitchen floor,
that’s doing a lot. )
I don’t need a blanket— come warm me.
( he is being a very good host, but she’s feeling extremely welcome and she’s inclined to make herself at home about it. )
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magic is a gift, whatever price they’ve all had to pay for it in their ways, through the years. gifts are meant to be enjoyed. and so are — she’s inclined to think — mages, )
You’re warm, ( she says, that thought in mind, reaching up for his hand to draw him down where she’s promptly crawled beneath his coverlet, occupying an honestly impressive amount of his bed for a person so slight. the hair is helping, but a general willingness to spread out less like a big spoon or little spoon and more like a spilled drawer of cutlery on a kitchen floor,
that’s doing a lot. )
I don’t need a blanket— come warm me.
( he is being a very good host, but she’s feeling extremely welcome and she’s inclined to make herself at home about it. )